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What the hell have I gotten myself into? And how the hell am I going to just go along with something like this? It’s barbaric.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
When I wake up, there is no lighting. It’s completely pitch black. I hear some of the girls crying or rustling around, unable to sleep as fear takes over their minds. I barely open my eyes, wanting to forget the situation I’m in, which is fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.
I hear the light footsteps of someone going up and down the rows of bunks. My stomach is in knots. Whoever it is, he’s obviously looking for someone, and it can’t be for anything good this late at night when everyone is supposed to be asleep.
He’s down my row now. He’s wearing a black hoodie, black jeans, and combat boots. He quietly stops at my bunk. “There you are, princess. You didn’t think I wouldn’t fulfill my promise, did you?”
It’s Rio. Of course it is.
“Fuck you,” I grit out. He reaches out and pinches my nipple. I push backward in pain, but I can’t go far because my back hits the concrete wall.
“Don’t touch me,” I angrily whisper and try kicking him with my feet.
“Oh, I don’t plan on touching you. I plan on making you shut up with that pretty little mouth of yours,” he whispers as his smile widens.
He tightly claws at my ankles and pulls me toward him, where my face is directly at his crotch. He unbuckles his pants, pulls down his zipper, and pulls his already hard dick out.
I turn my head to the side, not wanting to do this. Rio punches me so hard that my head jerks to the other side, and my hair is flipped into my face. I lose consciousness for a moment as my world spins.
“You’re going to deep throat my cock like it’s the most decadent dessert you’ve ever had because if you don’t, I’ll send in the next guard and then the next, and they all have their own favorite holes they enjoy abusing. Then, you’re going to swallow every last drop. Don’t even think about using those teeth, or you won't have any left,” he snarls.
“You’re a fucking prick,” I seethe, and I spit in his face.
He smiles and wipes it off. “You’re right, princess,” he whispers in my ear, stroking it with his tongue.
Reaching for his dick, I wrap my hand around it and begin stroking it. It’s bigger than a normal-sized dick and incredibly veiny. “Don’t make me wait all day; open up, princess.”
I open and take him in my mouth, my jaw already aching from the strain. He grabs my hair with one of his hands and forcefully shoves his dick in my mouth until it hits the back of my throat.
I’m gagging and can’t move. He begins thrusting painfully, not letting up while tears stream down my face, accompanied by drool.
Go somewhere else, Cassidy. Close your eyes and think of Tyler, Blair, or anything remotely happy to remove yourself from this assault.
“This mouth of yours is one of the best I’ve had; it’s so warm and tight.” He’s groaning, thrusting deeper into the back of my throat, not even caring that I’m gasping for air. My hands immediately push against his thighs as I try to get any air I can.
He uses my hair to control my head. All I am to him is a hole to stick his cock in and use.
Then he pinches my nose, cutting off what little air I had, and my throat expands. He shoves his cock in further. Resisting is useless; he overpowers me easily, especially with my depleted energy levels.
Right when I feel as though I’m about to pass out, he finishes down my throat, jerking his cock in my mouth and giving me every last drop.
Rio looks at me and wipes my bottom lip with his tongue. “You’re in the lion’s den now, princess,” he says with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“Fuck you, you piece of shit.” I practically snarl at him.
He backhands me, and I fall down onto the bed, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Go to bed, you dirty slut,” he whispers. “Next time, I’m going to take a different hole and break you down piece by piece.”
I glare at him, shivering, knowing I am already cracking, but I refuse to break, and if I do, I won’t show that weakness. That is all I have left in this world that I have been unwillingly thrown into.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
One of the guards uses a baton and holds it outward, hitting all of the metal bed frames as an alarm clock for us. Staggering awake at the loud, dull sound, I remember where I am, and fear overrides my body. I’m guessing it has to be morning because there are no windows in this shithole.
“Rise and shine, whores; it’s auction day, but first, we have to make you presentable,” Sam yells. “So we can get the most amount of money for you.” He grins deviously, probably thinking about the cash flow that is about to come in, lining his pockets with plenty, I’m sure.
